Steve, I don't see it either, but some people who claim to know all about Zen may see it? I expect, since Mars seems to be covered with sand & rocks, that quite a few of them must look like rocks positioned in a Zen garden. I don't know whether many of the folks at NASA are genuine Zen practitioners, but if there are, perhaps they'll equip the next Mars Lander with a Zen rake to give a better effect than the caterpillar tracks? I wonder if whoever runs this site thinks of himself as knowledgeable about Zen? - Click here

Someone is sending me some Nigella seeds, so cancel this request. Thank you.

Aren't there products available for the welding impaired of us? I would love to be able to make things like that for my lawn but no way am I wanting to light up a torch or welder! That is simply adoreable!

Too funny! Years ago, a lady came into the nursery saying she lived in Virginia, but her elderly, windowed mother still occupied her family home there in The Palisades. The care taker had taken notice that the roses looked as if they needed spraying, so she dutifully sprayed them with the only thing she could find in the garage...Round Up. The daughter was distraut because her mother was distraut about her father's roses dying. I made the housecall and recommended removing the remaining "one cane wonders" and replacing them with fewer new roses so her mother would have the joy of seeing and smelling them, but without as much maintenance. As I was leaving, she offered me a pile of old pots her mother had been holding on to forever. Buried deeply in the stack was a marvelous easily 30" in diameter Gainey mid-century, eggshell colored, three footed flower bowl which looked for all the world like the Jupiter II space ship from Lost in Space. I asked her if she was sure she wanted to get rid of it as I was pretty sure it could be worth something. She was sure, so I took it back to the nursery and cleaned it up. As I was considering what I wanted to plant it with, a gentleman came in and spotted the pot in my work area. He WANTED it in the worst way. He'd recently purchased a mid century modern in The Palisades, which meant he'd spent a boat load of money, and wanted the pot for his patio. That "trash pot" sold for $250, which was probably too little for what it was and the area, but he was thrilled with his "bargain" and I was delighted to have brought in "free money" that day. One man's trash is usually someone else's treasure!